This is an open and unfiltered diary-style journal
on the life of James Robert Smith.
This blog will contain sometimes graphic experiences (both beautiful and ugly),
sometimes stark insight, and all honest and factual documentation of dreams, diet, activity, and thoughts.

On the short drive back home I spot Ana on her bicycle joyriding in the neighborhood. I didn't know she had the day off. Over some Iced Coffee we talk a little bit about stress and how it builds up in the body.

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I describe the bike incident last night when my headphones got destroyed in the bike wheel.

"I'm sorry," she says with a cackle in between. "Heh-heh. It's funny because you never do anything wrong."

Kevin brought home a new digital camera that he plans on buying from a friend. He tests it out and snaps a bunch of photos of the happenings around the house (just another Monday at 1435)...

Sharing Pineapple.

Later on, fiddling around with Ana in her bedroom – we're sprightly and comical. My left arm is killing me with this itchiness and inflammation. Soaking in an oatmeal bath while Ana sits beside me on the toilet – my oatmeal bath companion.